The spiders watch me. They watch me as they spin their little webs and they watch me as they eat their food. They watch me as they scuttle into a corner unseen and they watch me as they crawl over my skin with the light tip tap of their limbs.
They watch me.
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[Ruthie checks her desk. Meticulously, so very carefully, she turns the plate of baked goods. Is that good? She pauses and stares at it for a moment. She turns it again.]
[She looks up at a knock on her door.] "Oh! Ah, come in!"
@NoyBuiltInADay [He nods as well– he doesn't want to think about that night. He really doesn't, so he won't. He'll think about other things. Like magical ponies. Or puppies. Or literally anything else.]
@NoyBuiltInADay [He shrugs.] I don't mind it very much, honestly. It's quiet and I don't have to talk to people all that much. My coworkers are chill, too.